Kyushu Daoist Master

Yang Ze swept the sword in his hand, and with a tiger roar, he deflected all the arrows shot at him. He rushed out in this short gap.

Yang Ze rushed to the stone wall on the left. He couldn't let these people shoot arrows anymore, otherwise they would be shot to death. The bodies lying on the ground now were the best proof.

In a few steps, Yang Ze reached the bottom of the stone wall on one side. With a light step, he jumped onto the stone wall, waved his sword, and deflected several arrows.

"Shoot him to death!" A masked man in black on the stone wall shouted, and immediately many people turned around and shot at Yang Ze.

Yang Ze's scalp was numb. If dozens of arrows were shot at him at the same time, he would not be able to stop them even if he used the tiger descending from the mountain.

He had to give up. Yang Ze used his legs to push hard. His body flipped in the air and fell from the stone wall to the ground. Before he could stand firm, more than ten arrows came towards him.

Yang Ze quickly used his luck to chop a few times and blocked most of the arrows, but one arrow still penetrated and scratched the skin of his left arm.

Yang Ze was glad that the arrows of these people were made of wood. Although they were sharp, they were still much less powerful than the arrows made of iron. Otherwise, Yang Ze would not be able to resist these rounds of arrow rain.

"Damn it, how many people have prepared? Why hasn't it ended yet!" Yang Ze had no way to climb the wall to deal with these people. He could only retreat and resist continuously. In this short period of time, two more guards fell down.

There was no way. Although the warriors of the initial stage of the Qi Induction Realm were stronger than ordinary people, they were not infinitely strong. With the accumulation of people and the blessing of weapons, this gap could be eliminated.

"Second Young Master, I'll attract firepower for you, you go up and deal with these people!" At the critical moment, Old Xie stood up.

"Old Xie, stop right there, who told you to go? What can you do alone? If you want to go, let's go together!"

Yang Ze's eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Brothers, rush up together, we must not be defeated one by one!"

He shouted this, and this time everyone rushed out under pressure, their goal was to rush up the stone wall.

However, Yang Ze and his men just moved a little, and the black-clothed men on the stone wall attacked more fiercely, forcing them to not move forward at all.

"Everyone, work harder, these people are already at the end of their strength, they can't hold on for long, shoot them to death!" The black-clothed man on the stone wall shouted loudly, and the black-clothed man who was already a little tired suddenly became excited again as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Yang Ze, who had been under the stone wall again, felt the rain of arrows falling, and his figure retreated continuously, and he returned to the original place while waving the knife in his hand.

"Damn it, am I going to fall here today?" Yang Ze's face was ugly. Even though he had persisted for so long, he felt that he had little physical strength left.

His training time was still too short, and his strength could not keep up with those who had been polishing for several years. It seemed that he had to focus on strength training in the future.

After a few more steps back, Yang Ze saw another guard fall down. In anger, he used a tiger descending from the mountain to hit him, and deflected many arrows again. He arrived in front of the guard in one step. He couldn't let his men lose any more.

Yang Ze was very upset. The strategy chosen by these men in black was too good. First, they slowly consumed them, and once anyone made a move, they would deal with them first.

In this situation, they couldn't rush up the stone wall. If they wanted to leave, I'm afraid everyone would shoot arrows at you.

While he was thinking hard and could not figure it out, there was suddenly a sharp breath in the air. The moment this breath appeared, even Yang Ze felt a sense of oppression, which was stronger than the current encirclement.

"A strong man is coming!" Yang Ze thought in his heart. This was a strong man of the same level as Yang Yuanzhen.

Then a figure in white appeared in his sight. This was a man, a man holding a long sword.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the West City passage, and Yang Ze's movements were slowed down for a moment at this time.

At this moment, Yang Ze saw the man in white move, the sword was unsheathed, the man in white held the sword in his right hand, his figure flashed, and when he jumped out a few steps, he landed on the stone wall on the left, and then stabbed out with a sword.

The sword light flashed out, and blood was spilled at this moment. Yang Ze, who was struggling to resist the arrows below, was a little stunned at this time.

He only saw that the sword edge was constantly jumping, harvesting lives one by one, and every time the sword edge flashed, it would take away a life.

After a few breaths, the number of lives that died from this sword has reached thirty.

The man in white stood there alone, and the breeze blew his long hair, making him look particularly cold.

"The leader of Feisha Gang, the quick sword Bai Fei!" At this time, if Yang Ze still couldn't tell who the man in front of him was, he would have been hanging around for nothing.

In Xicheng, someone who can have such strength and is also a sword master must be Bai Fei. Only Bai Fei, one of the five masters in Yuyang City, can take away so many lives with one sword.

"Second Master Yang, you recognize me. Your eyesight is good, but these people's eyesight is not so good. They knew that I was in Xicheng, but they still dared to arrange all this. Do you really think that I, Bai Fei, am made of mud!"

After the last word fell, Bai Fei attacked again. Although the men in black were prepared this time, all they could do was struggle a few more times.

One after another, the men in black fell down. In a short time, half of them were dead.

The remaining men in black wanted to attack together and kill Bai Fei, but after discovering Bai Fei's powerful strength, they lost their spirit and began to flee outside.

Bai Fei rushed out, and Yang Ze also attacked. Old Xie and the others did not stand there waiting. They were suppressed for so long and finally had the opportunity to attack. How could they just watch the show there?

The martial arts of these men in black were generally not very high. After losing the suppression of the terrain, they were soon solved by Yang Ze and the others.

"Thank you, Master Bai, for your help. I will definitely come to thank you in person one day!" Yang Ze said with a fist. At this time, he already had several wounds on his body.

Bai Fei just smiled slightly, and before he spoke, a voice came from a distance.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but Master Bai's swordsmanship is still as stunning as ever. I admire you!"

"Yuan Heng!" Bai Fei, who looked calm, had a gleam in his eyes and turned to look at Yuan Heng who was walking towards him at the other end of the bluestone street.

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